Maybe cremate him?
(inspired by Monty Python sketch)
“Now there’s three things we can do with your terrorist. We can bury him, burn him, or dump him.”
“DUMP him?”
“Yes, dump him in the Charles River...oh, were you fond of him? Right, we won’t dump him then.”
(Later the sketch skews toward eating the deceased...)
“Excuse me...are you suggesting eating my mother?”
“Yeah—not raw...cooked! Just sprinkle some celery, a couple stalks of broccoli...”
“Well to tell you the truth I am getting a bit peckish myself.”
etc.
(The sketch ends when someone says the Queen is watching.
Everybody on stage, and in the audience, stands up
as “God Save The Queen”—aka “My Country Tis of Thee”—
is played...)
with a steamroller thatll creamate him
Can I have some of your liver?
“Now there’s three things...”
Listen, punk. To me you’re nothin’ but dog****, you understand? And a lot of things can happen to dog****. It can be scraped up with a shovel off the ground. It can dry up and blow away in the wind. Or it can be stepped on and squashed. So take my advice and be careful where the dog ****s ya!
Dirty Harry - Sudden Impact (1983)